Field Trip

You know I’m not one to take orders from ya
I’ll drop another clue for you peek a boo, now do you get it?
You always wonder why, I just say: Forget it
‘Cause talking to a brick wall gives me headaches, headaches

Spread your lies while I stretch
Spread my legs and do the splits
Yell at me on your screen
While I stand up to your being
You’re not real, just like me
We were never our bodies
We’re just us, energy
Hot like melting ice crеam

Tryna bring the mystical into the material
Bitch, I’m an eleven Life Path, I’m ethereal
I’m the definition of dichotomy, duality
Katarina in the womb for nine months till she birthed me
Look at her, she’s a bridge, and on her bridge, I’ll take a shit
Fuck it up, you get lit
Let’s get deep, if not
I’ll dip
I’ll be riding solo on my field trip
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

I’m never gonna be what you had envisioned
You said blanquitas feel more Latina than you, ahora lo entiendes
You always say you’re woke, yeah it’s your aesthetic
But is your empathy actually authentic, is it?

I am shy but I do speak only when I truly need
To say some shit that hopefully
Will reach the ears it’s supposed to be
I try my best to show them me, my rising sign is all they see
Scorpio bitch with a sharp ass sting
I got a Taurus Sun Moon Mercury

Tryna bring the mystical into the material
Bitch, I’m an eleven Life Path, I’m ethereal
I’m the definition of dichotomy, duality
Katarina in the womb for nine months till she birthed me
Look at her, she’s a bridge, and on her bridge, I’ll take a shit
Fuck it up, you get lit
Let’s get deep, if not
I’ll dip
I’ll be riding solo on my field trip
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh